(Book 3 of Series / Continuation of The Perfect Assassin / Can be read as a stand-alone) *mature content* It all started as a game. Elizabeth Rausch was an idol admired by all. She was one of Europe's most famous performers, both in music and dancin...
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Trish played by Zozibini Tunzi
The music was loud, booming over the entirety of the building, causing their ears to ring with each aggressive pounding of the bass. It was crowded; there were many people here, all dressed in rather flashy or risque attire, women in particular. At least fifty perfect of them wore nothing more than a mini skirt and crop top, or even just a string thong and bra that was so small their breasts spilled sour of it. While Liz knew she needed to blend in, she wasn't one to go for the all-out stripper persona, even though that's what many people came here for. Yes, this was a risque club. Liz's stomach churned when she caught sight of Loki glancing around the nearly naked women walking through the crowds of people. Suddenly she didn't like this idea, she shouldn't have called out for him. Little did she know that Loki wasn't attracted to any of these women, but rather their outfits. He imagined what they would look like on her and her delicious curves.
Liz's jealousy broke the measure meter in seconds when she noticed that the button she'd closed on his shirt before was reopened. With a grunt of disapproval she immediately moved to clip it again.
"You're supposed to be helping me, not luring strippers to your side," she hissed over the loud music. Her fingers brushed against his bare chest and she found herself wishing to feel more of him. Loki winked playfully at her.
"Oh yes, I'm sure that's why you insist on covering me up." The disguised brunette-turned-redhead glared at him and nonchalantly dragged her hand down his abdomen. It seemed like such an innocent gesture, especially in such a sexually charged area, but to them, it was a claim to others that he wasn't to be approached. Loki even noticed her eyes faltering away from him, her glare hardening at a blonde in skimpy undergarments; she was like a wolf claiming her mate. His eyes glinted. "That's right, I must have forgotten you don't like to share." Liz forced her fingers away from him and ignored the instinct to return them. Her eyes looked bold with her smoky eye makeup and flawless complexion, and her deep red hair only added to the intensity of her grey eyes.
"That's beyond the point, Loki. We're here for one reason and one reason only." His tongue swiped along his bottom lip.
"Are you sure about that, kitten?" Liz swallowed and pressed her thighs together, a sudden rush of warmth flooding to her core and threatening to drench her inner thighs. His voice was animalistic, low, seductive. And lucky for her, she was horny as all hell. How convenient for both of them. She turned away from him defiantly, refusing to drop her hostile attitude.
